Is the tempo to time.
Never ran so fast,
That didn’t last.
I guess the butterflies untiled the riverbeds of the clock
Less rocks, to get lost.
All cause of love.
Deers were born calm, quiet, strong, considerate
scorpions born, simply, fall, in, love.
The reflection of the waters accentuating
so I fell in.
Sorry I washed the water away in paint,
drenched the liquid in my shades,
crippled the clear canvas,
Too lovely and too dreamy,
to be true,
to accept the fact,
that the one i drew